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Grey dawn on the sand-hills -- the night wind has drifted / All night from the rollers a scent of the sea; / With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted, / At the call of the morning they scatter and flee.
Like mariners calling the roll of their number / The sea-fowl put out to the infinite deep. / And far over-head -- sinking softly to slumber -- / Worn out by their watching, the stars fall asleep.
To eastward, where resteth the dome of the skies on / The sea-line, stirs softly the curtain of night; / And far from behind the enshrouded horizon / Comes the voice of a God saying "Let there be light."
And lo, there is light! Evanescent and tender, / It glows ruby-red where 'twas now ashen-grey; / And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendour -- / Behold, 'tis that marvel, the birth of a day!